[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I don't care
They say my angel glow is subsiding
I'm sliding outside of these high beams, and I won't dare
Try to mend this tear, I love I'm fading, the good once there is just dying
So I'm withering away, and I'ma trigger when I spray, and I'm attacking everybody 'til the feeling's gone
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
All my life I loved with people
So passive back then, I thought I'd be above this evil
My tolerance level then was up with doves and eagles
Currently, I've hit ground zero under bugs and beetles
I'm tilted, inside my head's a lettuce but wilted
Serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine, I spilt it
Could it be how many times I've been ran over and jilted?
That makes me wanna totally detach from light and just kill shit
[Chorus: Corey Taylor]
I'll know when the pain is gone
It's just a matter of time before my pulses win
And I can feel the wrong
Coming up through the cracks of my heart again
I'm holding on, I'm going
Straight into the mouths of makers, everything that keeps me calm was taken
I'm letting go, I'm burning through, reserves are low
Just pushing on these old restraints, my time is up 'cause it's too late
I don't care
They say my angel glow is subsiding
I'm sliding outside of these high beams, and I won't dare
Try to mend this tear, I love I'm fading, the good once there is just dying
So I'm withering away, and I'ma trigger when I spray, and I'm attacking everybody 'til the feeling's gone
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
All my life I loved with people
So passive back then, I thought I'd be above this evil
My tolerance level then was up with doves and eagles
Currently, I've hit ground zero under bugs and beetles
I'm tilted, inside my head's a lettuce but wilted
Serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine, I spilt it
Could it be how many times I've been ran over and jilted?
That makes me wanna totally detach from light and just kill shit
[Chorus: Corey Taylor]
I'll know when the pain is gone
It's just a matter of time before my pulses win
And I can feel the wrong
Coming up through the cracks of my heart again
I'm holding on, I'm going
Straight into the mouths of makers, everything that keeps me calm was taken
I'm letting go, I'm burning through, reserves are low
Just pushing on these old restraints, my time is up 'cause it's too late
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